with my traveling poetry class this sunday, we made our way to the outskirts of hamburg in perry township, and from where we parked the car, we could glimpse the blue mountain off in the distance.
with fisherman joe swider, we discussed some firefly poems from community poetry one picture at a time after eating lots of hearty-as-hell food. excuse my profanity, but it was needed in this particular case for best and most accurate emphasis of quality by the plateful.
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